Daemon's Point of View Adriana opened up to me last night, and I fully understood where she was coming from and her emotions. I felt humbled that she had shared her feelings with me. Like her, I had felt vulnerable too, but as an Alpha, I needed to be the one to look after and protect my mate. I never wanted Adriana to ever feel unhappy about our relationship. I wanted to be the rock of her life, so I needed to work on communicating with her. Something that neither of us was good at. I needed to be a better mate, and I was going to be, starting with making sure she had recovered from her ordeal. As soon as Adriana had awakened, I served her breakfast in the seclusion of our bedroom. The Omegas were already downstairs preparing food for those of us who lived there. I had them put breakfast on a tray which I took upstairs to Adriana. Food is one of the love languages of shifters, and feeding our mates was a way of letting them know we love and cherish them and could provide for them.
Adriana's Point of View "I intend for us to be working together," said Daemon. "We will be a team." "Okay," I replied, somewhat confused. I would have expected us to be a team since I was his Luna, but from what I gathered, the Alpha was still the boss. He was certainly bossy enough for both of us. "Usually, the Luna looks after the womenfolk, and the Alpha takes care of business. I want more than that for you.," Daemon continued. "I want us to make decisions together for the well-being of all pack members." I was a little shocked. It sounded like Daemon was putting me in an equal position to himself. I wasn't entirely sure if that would work. What if we had differing opinions? Whose opinion would we go with? I wondered what Tyler and Adam would make of it. What would his parents think? "Don't over-think it," said Daemon. "If we communicate properly, then we can make this work." I just hoped he knew what he was doing. After breakfast, Daemon led me back upstairs again. We had f
Daemon's Point of View Adriana and I arrived at my parent's place. She was nervous about meeting my mother in case Alana didn't like her. She seemed happier when I reassured her that my mother would love her as I did. Loving Adriana was easy. It was a no-brainer that everyone else would love her too. We were led into the dining room, and my mother called for Christina to come downstairs for lunch. When she came into the room, I introduced her to Adriana. "I remember you," she said. "Daemon! You didn't tell me the piano player at the restaurant was your mate. Geez, brother! You're impossible." "Yeah. I should have mentioned it. I was having a moment," I said, feeling rather sheepish, so I smiled and hugged Adriana to let her know she was my everything. As we sat down to lunch, I watched my friends and family interact with each other. Although Adriana was nervous about meeting my parents, they all seemed to get on with each other. Even my little sister Christina was talking animated
Adriana's Point of View After lunch, Alana, Christina and I went into the lounge to plan and discuss the mating ceremony. We had just sat down when another female about the same age walked in and joined us. "Stephanie!" called Christina. "I'm so glad you could come over and join us. Do you remember Adriana, the pianist from the Luna Restaurant? Well, it turns out she is our Luna." "I remember you," Stephanie exclaimed. "I am so pleased to meet you." I vaguely recalled Stephanie, but with all that had happened since that night, I was struggling to remember her. Christina explained that Stephanie was Tyler's younger sister. It made more sense after that, and I could finally place her. When we had driven back to the packhouse, Christina and Stephanie had returned with Adam. Stephanie sat down, and we got on with the planning. It was going to be held on the next full moon, which wasn't very far away. Merely a few weeks remained, leaving barely any time to organise it. "As soon as you
Adriana's Point of View The following day, Alana and I went to see Lexi. It wasn't just the two of us, as Daemon had insisted that I was accompanied by a guard at all times. There was no arguing this with him, and I didn't even bother. Just because Brandon was dead, it didn't negate the danger I was in. Kree was still alive. Knowing I had a blood witch after me kept me from being reckless. With our escorts, Carlisle and Wilson, we headed out. The idea was to have my measurements taken and discuss the type of gown I wanted. I had a vision of what I wanted, but I was also mindful that there may be some pack traditions I would have to follow. Lexi welcomed us when we entered the shop, and Alana introduced her to me. "I am so thrilled to be making your gown, Luna," she said. "Lexi is the best stylist we have," Alana declared. "I'm your only stylist," she joked. As soon as I met Lexi, I was reminded of Callie, and her friendly nature immediately appealed to me. "Almost any style wou
Adriana's Point of View Carlisle and Wilson drove Alana and me back to the pack house. An unfamiliar car was parked outside, and dread filled me. I wasn't sure how this meeting was going to roll. Being a rare hybrid Wolf-Shifter was nerve-racking. As I thought about what the Alpha Council representative would do with me, I was unsure what to expect. Would I face discrimination as I wasn't a purebred wolf? Slowly, I forced myself to get out of the car. I had evidently dawdled long enough for Wilson to hop out of the passenger seat and open my door. Embarrassed, I quickly got out and mumbled my thanks. I still wasn't used to this kind of deference. My feelings and thoughts must have been easily read as Alana touched my shoulder and said, "It is going to be alright. Nothing will happen to you; we'll make sure of that. In addition, your mother wouldn't have felt comfortable with the 'holding doors open' for Luna." I smiled my thanks at Alana, and we proceeded into the packhouse to meet
Adriana's Point of View Excuse me, Perry St. Claire," I said as I walked towards the door, "Where are we going?" "Please call me Perry," he answered, "and may I call you Adriana?" I nodded but stopped walking while I waited for him to fully answer my question. After a brief, but uncomfortable pause, he did. "We are going to meet the witches currently sealing your borders. They will most likely have some questions about Kree that they wish to ask you," he replied. We all went down the packhouse stairs to meet the witches outside. As we exited the main doors, I saw three women walk towards us, one of whom seemed to look familiar. "Perry! Introduce us, please," said one of the women. Her name was Delilah, and, as I found out, she was not only the vice Gatekeeper of the Witches’ Council but also Kree's older sister. No wonder she looked familiar. "Breathe," linked Daemon, "You are okay." Through our link, Daemon could clearly feel my nerves getting the better of me. I initially th
Adriana's Point of View I took a deep breath and walked through the door into a past life. It was like coming home after a long absence, but also not the same. "Welcome," I said to Delilah. "I'm sorry if it is dusty, but I haven't been here for such a long time. Not since I moved out after my mother's death and into the city." "It is all good, child," Delilah said as she followed me. Going into the lounge, I saw a photo of my mother and me together. There weren't many of them, and this was one that our neighbour had taken of us. You could clearly see our blue eyes, as we wore coloured contacts then. It was then that I realised I hadn't worn contacts in so long and had been wandering around showing my amethyst-coloured eyes to everyone. No one had commented or said a thing. To think that I might have been able to live an everyday life and go to school like everyone else did just blew me away. Life might have been very different. I told myself to stop thinking like this, as it wasn'
Cole’s Point of ViewDawn broke over the city as the last of the Supernatural Council guards departed with the prisoners. Thank the Goddess that the docks were a rundown abandoned area with few to no humans. The warriors we brought with us cleared the area before the Council arrived.The rogues and traitors, shackled and subdued, were loaded onto the council’s enchanted wagons, their fates sealed. I stood beside Marc, our shared relief palpable as the weight of the past days began to ease. Lucienne stood a few steps ahead, her posture straight and proud, but I could feel the tension radiating from her.Marc and I exchanged a glance. She hadn’t spoken much since we found her. It wasn’t like Lucienne to hold back—she was bold and fearless, her emotions always worn like a badge of honour. But now, her silence was deafening, the weight of everything she had endured pressing down on her.She stayed close to us, her touch grounding. Whether holding our hands, leaning into us, or simply brus
Lucienne's Point of ViewTaking our prisoners upstairs, Elizabeth’s face twisted into a mask of desperation. “Reject her!” she demanded, her voice shrill. “Choose Beatrice instead. She’s been trained for this position her entire life. You grew up with her—you know her! She’s everything a Luna should be. Not some—some Gamma!”Her words grew more frantic as she continued. “Beatrice loves you! She’s ladylike and graceful; everything Lucienne isn’t!”Elizabeth was giving me whiplash. First, she mistook Marc and Cole’s Lycans for my parents, recognising that I am a princess. Then she called me a mere Gamma as if what she said previously was non-existent.Marc and Cole both laughed the sound deep and mocking.“You’re delusional,” Cole said bluntly.“As is Beatrice,” Marc added, his tone filled with disdain. “To think we’d ever give up our fated mate for something far less.”“As if we’d give up our fated mate for anyone else,” continued Cole. “Unbelievable!”Elizabeth’s mouth opened and clos
Lucienne's Point of ViewShaking my head, I couldn’t believe she couldn’t put two and two together to make four. My father had already told them I was his daughter the first time Elizabeth threatened me. It wasn’t hard to make the connection that if my mother and father were Lycans, I must be one too.Beatrice shook her head, her trembling intensifying. I guess she was that stupid. Her head sank into her hands, her muttering turning into unintelligible whimpers. Her disbelief and humiliation were all too much for her fragile ego to handle. Despite wanting Eric rather than my mates, she had built her entire life’s plan on lies and half-truths fed to her by Elizabeth. And now it was crumbling before her eyes.Behind me, I heard a sharp intake of breath. I turned my attention to Dwayne, who had managed to pull himself into a sitting position against the wall. His face was ghostly pale, his eyes darting between me and Beatrice. There was no fight left in him, no bravado. Just a growing, s
Lucienne's Point of ViewThe sheer arrogance of my captors. They thought they had me trapped, powerless. Fools.Now, Elizabeth and Rodney sat in the corner of the cell I had once inhabited, their faces pale as they realised they were trapped. Their façade of control had crumbled, and seeing the fear in their eyes was almost pitiful. They wouldn't escape justice. Not this time.For now, though, my focus was on someone else-Beatrice.Her betrayal wasn't personal. It didn't sting, nor did it matter enough to hurt.Beatrice was simply another obstacle to remove, a loose end to tie up. However, like Elizabeth, she was an instigator in my abduction. Beatrice was about to learn that actions had consequences, and I intended to ensure she faced them.Elizabeth's voice, shrill and panicked, broke through my thoughts. "You won't get out of here alive, Lucienne. Upstairs is full of rogues. By the time Marc and Cole get here, you'll die!"I smiled coldly. Well, as much of a smile as I could in Lyc
Rodney's Point of ViewHer gaze didn’t waver. If anything, it sharpened, her defiance burning brighter. I could feel the tension in the air as Elizabeth stood next to me, the whip in her hand.“Give me the whip,” I demanded, telling Lucienne that I was going to show her mates exactly why they needed to reject her.Elizabeth refused despite me making it clear that I didn’t want her to do it—not that it mattered. She wasn’t going to listen. Elizabeth was determined to be the one to strike Lucienne, refusing to let me handle it.“Just don’t go so hard that you kill her,” I said.I wouldn't let Lucienne die—not like this. Elizabeth saw no issue with it.To her, Lucienne was just another obstacle to crush. She didn't understand that there was no way I was going to allow her to kill Lucienne. I would kill Elizabeth sooner than I had planned. I couldn't risk losing her, not when I was this close to getting what I wanted.I watched Lucienne’s face when Elizabeth told her that Marc and Cole we
Rodney's Point of ViewShe was perfect—every part of her. From the way her dark mahogany brown hair clung to her damp face to the fierce glint in her amethyst eyes, Lucienne was unlike anyone I had ever encountered. Even in this wretched, decrepit cell, she exuded an ethereal quality that only made me crave her more.I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her. Those eyes—by the Goddess, they haunted me. That purple—the most striking, vivid shade I’d ever seen—was like a curse, binding me to her in ways I hadn’t anticipated. They seemed to pierce through me every time she dared to lift her gaze. They weren’t like the dull brown or washed-out blues I was used to seeing in Wolf-Shifters. No, they shimmered with an otherworldly depth, glowing faintly even in the dim light of the basement. I’d never seen anything like it, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how those eyes would look, gazing up at me… filled with submission.My obsession with her had grown from fascination to a consuming need. S
Lucienne's Point of ViewI had no idea what time it was. The thick, suffocating darkness of the warehouse seemed endless. When Beatrice had ordered Michaela upstairs, she’d deliberately switched off the only powered light, leaving me to eat in the dark. The cold seeped into my bones, the stale air heavy with the scent of mildew and iron.My body trembled from exhaustion and hunger; the pitiful scraps they fed me were barely enough to keep me conscious. Thankfully, I was just like a human still, which meant I didn’t need as much fuel to sustain me—but even so, I still longed for her strength, her presence, to return to me.Yet, amidst the weakness, I could feel a faint shift—a flicker of hope. The activated charcoal was working, slowly but surely purging the wolfsbane from my system. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to stoke a fragile fire within me.Curled into the corner of my cell, I clung to that flicker, willing myself to stay alert. My body was still weak and far from ready, but
Marc's Point of ViewThe moment we reached the edge of Charleston’s industrial district, our mood changed to serious mode. The dilapidated warehouses loomed ahead, their skeletal frames standing against the faint glow of distant city lights. The air was thick with the acrid scent of saltwater and rust, a sharp contrast to the quiet rage simmering within me.Every fibre of my being was screaming to charge in, to find Lucienne and end this nightmare, but I couldn’t afford to lose control. Not now. Not when we were this close. I glanced at Cole, who sat rigid in the seat next to me, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles were bone white. His wolf, Blaine, was barely restrained, a growl rumbling deep in his chest.“Breathe,” I murmured through the mind-link, my voice steady despite the turmoil churning inside me. It was a simple command, but it carried more weight than either of us could have anticipated. I wasn’t sure if I was reminding him or myself.The tension from us was plain to
Cole's Point of ViewThe growl of the SUV’s engine echoed my mood—low and simmering with restrained fury. A day’s drive to Charleston felt like an eternity. Every kilometre of road we travelled was one less between us and Lucienne, but it didn’t feel fast enough. Every second on the road felt like a century.My Lycan, Blaine, prowled at the edges of my mind, eager to tear into anyone who had dared harm her. The fact that we had to wait to reach her made my blood boil. Marc sat in the back seat next to me, his posture rigid and his eyes locked on the road ahead, his knuckles white as he gripped the armrest. The fire burning in his amber eyes mirrored my own.Queen Adriana sat in the front with King Daemon driving, their presence commanding yet oddly comforting. Daemon had been our anchor through this ordeal, his steady voice reminding us that charging in mindlessly would only hurt Lucienne. Gamma Ellis was quiet beside us, his jaw tight as he stared out the window.Tension crackled in